Down on the highway with your old sense of joy Down with everything from New York to Illinois We would sing them all, we don't follow the trend Radio blowing words we'll never understand
We were driving west like strangers Some called our future tricky Some feared we would die lovers Since we were chasing the sea
Heading towards Quincy with no map but the sun We bumped into a farm boy he was loading his gun You though the trip would end there far from Missouri But he told us not to worry cause you were so pretty
We were driving west like strangers Some called our future tricky Some feared we would die lovers Since we were chasing the sea
We would never give up it's a long way to go We would keep on trying and it may mean Mexico Darling let me tell you with that little rising blues It's not comfort that we pursue, this is the life we choose
We were driving west like strangers Some called our future tricky Some feared we would die lovers Since we were chasing the sea